BACK AGAIN
"In Algeria, captain?"
"Yes, Ben Zoof, in Algeria; and not far from Mostaganem." Such were the first words which, after their return to consciousness, were exchanged between Servadac and his orderly.
They had resided so long in the province that they could not for a moment be mistaken as to their whereabouts, and although they were incapable of clearing up the mysteries that shrouded the miracle, yet they were convinced at the first glance that they had been returned to the earth at the very identical spot where they had quitted it.
In fact, they were scarcely more than a mile from Mostaganem, and in the course of an hour, when they had all recovered from the bewilderment occasioned by the shock, they started off in a body and made their way to the town. It was a matter of extreme surprise to find no symptom of the least excitement anywhere as they went along.
The population was perfectly calm; every one was pursuing his ordinary avocation; the cattle were browsing quietly upon the pastures that were moist with the dew of an ordinary January morning.
It was about eight o'clock; the sun was rising in the east;nothing could be noticed to indicate that any abnormal incident had either transpired or been expected by the inhabitants.
As to a collision with a comet, there was not the faintest trace of any such phenomenon crossing men's minds, and awakening, as it surely would, a panic little short of the certified approach of the millennium.
"Nobody expects us," said Servadac; "that is very certain.""No, indeed," answered Ben Zoof, with a sigh; he was manifestly disappointed that his return to Mostaganem was not welcomed with a triumphal reception.
They reached the Mascara gate. The first persons that Servadac recognized were the two friends that he had invited to be his seconds in the duel two years ago, the colonel of the 2nd Fusiliers and the captain of the 8th Artillery. In return to his somewhat hesitating salutation, the colonel greeted him heartily, "Ah! Servadac, old fellow! is it you?""I, myself," said the captain.
"Where on earth have you been to all this time? In the name of peace, what have you been doing with yourself?""You would never believe me, colonel," answered Servadac, "if Iwere to tell you; so on that point I had better hold my tongue.""Hang your mysteries!" said the colonel; "tell me, where have you been?""No, my friend, excuse me," replied Servadac; "but shake hands with me in earnest, that I may be sure I am not dreaming."Hector Servadac had made up his mind, and no amount of persuasion could induce him to divulge his incredible experiences.
Anxious to turn the subject, Servadac took the earliest opportunity of asking, "And what about Madame de L----?""Madame de L-----!" exclaimed the colonel, taking the words out of his mouth;"the lady is married long ago; you did not suppose that she was going to wait for you. 'Out of sight, out of mind,' you know.""True," replied Servadac; and turning to the count he said, "Do you hear that? We shall not have to fight our duel after all.""Most happy to be excused," rejoined the count. The rivals took each other by the hand, and were united henceforth in the bonds of a sincere and confiding friendship.
